Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.